"Who isn't paying attention? It was clearly you who wasn't paying attention! Was it not you who bumped into me? How much is a lousy dress even worth? Do you know what this bottle is? It's a '82 Lafite! Eighty thousand Huaxia Currency! Can you afford to compensate for it?"
Huang Bin felt like his heart was bleeding!
He might not even earn eighty thousand Huaxia Currency from a movie, and there it was, wasted!
"Nonsense! An '82 Lafite, why don't you say it's a 1978 Romanée-Conti? That wine is even more expensive, forty thousand US dollars a bottle! If you're going to scam, at least be professional about it!"
After all, being the editor of a newspaper, Yu Peilin was quite knowledgeable and did not panic because of the sudden incident.
Seeing Huang Bin still wanted to argue, Wang Xiaogang, not wanting to leave a bad impression in front of Qin Yu, frowned and said, "Forget it, we came here to toast Mr. Qin, not to pick a fight."
